Only then can the arrogant and arrogant Lin Qianqian be turned into a fragile and vulnerable little woman.

Yan Mubei hated Shangguan Zhixuan's importance to Lin Qianqian, and even more hated her for speaking insincerely.

Why would she accept him?

shit.

In her eyes, besides money and life, didn't he have anything worthy of her heart and love?

Yan Mubei grabbed the wine bottle, raised his head, and drank hard.

Damn damn woman.

Damn dead woman.

What's so great about you, what's so great about you.

I, Yan Mubei, have more women than you.

"Lin Qianqian, you damn stupid woman." He placed the wine bottle heavily on the table. He wiped the wine that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and he raised the bottle again and drank furiously.

It seems that only wine can relieve his hatred and make him forget about the wolf-hearted woman.

He drank a bottle of red wine worth tens of thousands of yuan directly into his stomach like drinking tea.

Because of his anger and impatience, wine spilled all over him, and the fragrant smell of wine filled the clean study room.

The man's red eyes were always staring at the picture on the computer screen.

She was still lying on the pillow, her face half covered by her disheveled hair. She pressed her forehead with one hand, as if she was crying sadly.

Today she wore a short skirt, the most popular pleated skirt this year, which just covered her perky little butt.

Those white and tender long legs were bent in an S shape. At this moment, she was lying casually on the bed, her skirt was lifted up, and the skin underneath her skirt was vaguely visible.

The man choked on his drink and froze, staring at her fiercely.

His fingers stretched out towards the person on the screen, first her face, then her body, tracing her curves bit by bit.

Throwing away the bottle, he held the laptop screen tightly with his other hand.

This woman, this is his most beloved woman.

Yan Mubei's eyes were a bit dark, and from the layers of darkness, there was a frightening undercurrent.

Like the sea at night, there are constant undercurrents, rolling in one wave after another.

He loved her so much, but she hurt him so much.

Hurt again and again.

He had done everything for her, but she had never felt moved or happy for him. However, a phone call from Shangguan Zhixuan caused her to feel inexplicable sadness.

——It’s just me and him, two people standing in front of you fairly and impartially, will you choose me? Will you love me?

Yan Mubei felt that these words were so harsh and made him furious.

Damn it, she would definitely choose Shangguan Zhixuan.

Because she said, 'At that time, how I wished I had not loved you.'

If she doesn't love him, she naturally chooses to fall in love with Shangguan Zhixuan. This is such a direct and powerful answer.

The two sentences echo each other from beginning to end, one answer and one question, perfectly interpreted by the two of them at different times.

The small knives that were cutting his flesh and blood on his heart turned into big knives, stabbing him in one after another, killing his body and mind.

Blood fell down drop by drop.

He felt a heartache that he had never experienced before, and the pain made him suffocate like iron.

How could she not love him?

How could she bear not to love him?

In the past three years, he thought of her all the time.

He thought that one day he would eradicate Mr. Chai, eliminate potential safety hazards for her, and then bring her back to him from abroad.

Thinking of her as shy and happy as before, leaning in his arms, raising her pretty little face, calling his name again and again.
Chapter completed!